They threw themselves upon him so suddenly that he had no time to place himself on the defensive.

After a short resistance, he received a blow on the head from a war club, which felled him to the ground, and the Indians seized upon their booty.

Mr.M'Lellan perceiving what was done, fired his carabine at one of the robbers and made him bite the dust; the rest took to flight, but carried off the box notwithstanding.

Mr.M'Lellan immediately ran up to Mr.Reed; but finding the latter motionless and bathed in blood, he hastened to rejoin Mr.Stuart, urging him to get away from these robbers and murderers.

But Mr.Stuart, being a self-possessed and fearless man, would not proceed without ascertaining if Mr.Reed were really dead, or if he were, without carrying off his body; and notwithstanding the remonstrances of Mr.M'Lellan, taking his way back to the spot where the latter had left his companion, had not gone two hundred paces, when he met him coming toward them, holding his bleeding head with both hands.[N] [Footnote N: We were apprized of this unfortunate rencontre by natives from up the river, on the 15th of April, but disbelieved it.